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Electric Heartbeat 1 by Jheneline

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Electric Heartbeat 1

Energetic Dance

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[Verse 1]
Fingers tracing rings on a cold glass, midnight spills across the floor,
Heartbeat skipping beats with every bass drop, something we can't ignore.
Street corners flicker, shadows paint the walls in streaks of blue and white,
Hands in the air, but I’m reaching for a spark that feels just right.
[Pre-Chorus]
The air is thick with whispered thrills, where strangers almost know my name,
Flash of a grin, almost a sin — nothing ever stays the same.
[Chorus]
Electric heartbeat, pulling me into the night,
Lost in the swell, under the flashing city light.
Every moment burning brighter than before,
This pulse is something I’m craving more and more.
[Verse 2]
Voices rise like waves crashing over crowded neon streets,
The world blurs, but in this chaos, I find something bittersweet.
Your fingertips brushing mine like a secret coded in the dark,
Silent wires pulling tight, igniting embers in the spark.
[Pre-Chorus]
The air is thick with whispered thrills, where strangers almost know my name,
Flash of a grin, almost a sin — nothing ever stays the same.
[Chorus]
Electric heartbeat, pulling me into the night,
Lost in the swell, under the flashing city light.
Every moment burning brighter than before,
This pulse is something I’m craving more and more.
[Bridge]
We’re not just shadows blending in the crowd’s unrest,
We’re the fire catching in a spark, refusing to rest.
With every shake, every move, every breath that we claim,
We write stories that the silence can’t reclaim.
[Chorus]
Electric heartbeat, pulling me into the night,
Lost in the swell, under the flashing city light.
Every moment burning brighter than before,
This pulse is something I’m craving more and more.
[Outro]
The night folds back like pages worn from being read,
But the rhythm stays — etched behind my eyes, alive instead.